Best Windy Poems

Blossom floats down from cherry trees 
pink confetti drifts on the breeze 
it’s windblown

Storm clouds gathering all around 
blustery gales turn the sails round 
of windmills 

Riding the surf board standing tall 
crest a wave trying not to fall
windsurfers


Jan Allison
22nd November 2014
Sponsor Nette Onclaud
Contest: Fire,...

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Wicked wind I hate you so,
I’d rather sit in ice cold snow,
Your breath is cold and touch 
So fraught, I think your soul from
Devil bought 

A paragraph from weather’s 
Tale, you’d think you were the 
Holy Grail; speeding, pushing,
Blowing crush
None escapes your windy whoosh!

Cutty Sark...

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I
Anchored on a sun filtered shore 
Upon rocks which lay the days of yore 
In swirling pristine aquas of alluring calm 
Let it serenade heal my bruised palm

To chronicle tales of my hearts longings 
And memoirs of my gradual bondings 
To enthral my thoughts in...

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A brainstorm in my head did rage
Releasing words my mind engaged
 as these words  were rearranged
They formed a poem upon my page

As I held it in my hand
A fierce wind blew
And in the wind my poem flew
Across the desert sands

Then over the hills with...

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                                        sentenceless clouds drift
  ...

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cool windy fall day
gold leaves and memories swirl
deep in the forest


December 24, 2022...

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Windy, 
You got that right babe,
immortal are,
 immortal be,
life comes n goes eternally,
caint stop the voices, 
never see,
one might be gone,
 but comes back free,
eventually,
like me,
hehe.
Don Johnson 
If there is no point in the universe,
if it's a total waste  of time,
if man an god...

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If you search and you can't find me please don't look very far 
I'm riding in the wind one step away from where you are 
If you feel a tussle in the air or a rush of wind inside your hair
its the wildling child in...

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How the wind plays
across the water
in changing patterns,
its skittish mood drawn
in ripples and rivulets 
of sparkle under
a morning sun.

The small boats fidgety 
at their moorings
as if roused by longings 
of freedom,
cormorants riding 
the unrest on bobbing prows
with outstretched wings 
drying in the wind.

See how the...

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The wind's picked up,
The boughs dance and sway.
It's cold and dreary
on this Autumn day.

No work today.
In p.j.'s I'm warm,
sitting inside
watching the storm.

Bouncing boughs wave
and jump in the air.
Here inside it's warm,
not like out there.

I may or may not
get dressed on this day.
For now I'll just...

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You explain your thoughts away.
Like cotton candy on a windy day
As your adventures never seem to end.
Talk of riding roller coasters straight to 
heaven and back again.

You say you're an angel incarnate disguise.
Though you never say how you know this.
You're always wanting to sit by...

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I crept along, not very fast
and wished I'd heeded the newscast
on windstorm.

It was impossible to see
through all the whirling, thick, debris
from windblast.

I feared I'd bring myself disgrace
by reaching destination place
so windblown.


By: Joyce Johnson
11/15/14
For contest Fire, Earth, Wind.
preferred word: wind...

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 Thunderstorms roared
                                     Lightning strikes threatened 
  ...

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I’ve a vast store of mem’ries about Chicago
as I’ve lived there for a couple of years
helping out in the parish of many immigrants,
especially Mexicans and Puerto Ricans.

I’ve made friends and a number of them
still continue to correspond by emails;
it’s like a treasure-trove of relationships -
where...

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I love to watch you wind, 
as you sway the trees and blow
across the fields in a gentle breeze, 
but I wonder where you go.
You disappear sometimes 
in a mischievous sort of way
then when I least expect it 
you come back out to play.

You sing...

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